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The bass and drums of the live band boomed throughout the packed club, cigarette smoke mixing with various herbs in a heavy cloud hovering a few inches above the crowd. A few people sat around on the navy and silver plush benches, though most stood, either surrounding...
The small tattoo and piercing parlor in the depths of the drag was shut tight. Front door closed and by all appearances vacant and closed. In the back room, however, moved the proprietor. A medium height Darkspear, aqua-green in skin tone, with long, soft flowing...
Zij sighed contentedly, sitting down on the ground, looking up at the young orcish girl that happily followed him into the tiny, hidden, hut. “Finally alone, my dear,” he smiled, beckoning her closer. “Yes, it's been a long day... I think Nazru has taken a liking to...